I have a GBA

Chapter 394 Father's relic?
After the match, Yan Chong approached the female reporter of Tennis Monthly.

"Is this all right now?" Yan Chong asked.

"Yes, you succeeded." The female reporter said, "The copy is about to end, and you can leave now."

"Is it over like this? I'm still a bit reluctant." Yan Chong said without any sincerity.

Playing tennis with a group of strangers every day is of course not fun.

Especially the so-called peers here are a bunch of mature-looking junior high school students.

"Oh, by the way, this is your father's relic. It has finally been unlocked." The female reporter took out a tennis racket and handed it to Yan Chong.

Relic?
Yan Chong picked it up and looked at it. This racket was indeed different from ordinary tennis rackets.

It's an orange one-handed weapon.

The entire racket frame is made of pure iron, so it feels several times heavier than an ordinary tennis racket, but with Yan Chong's strength, he can't swing it.

On the surface of the film, there are no lines penetrating into the entity, but some lines constructed by spiritual energy.

Yan Chong touched the thread with his hand, and his hand could pass through without hindrance, but he took a tennis ball and put it on it, but it was blocked.

It's amazing, but that's about it.

As an orange one-handed weapon, its damage is very low.

Not to mention compared with sharp weapons such as swords, as a "hammer" made of black iron, the basic damage is 4 points, who are you worthy of?
Its special effect is also very simple, there is only one, and it can hit all objects no larger than the surface of the racket as tennis balls, and it will not be damaged.

What is this ghost?

Are you kidding me?

Are you an orange weapon?

Why can't even Mad Max's tactical dagger compare?
"Now I kind of understand why he left this thing." Yan Chong had a rare moment of humor, "I kind of want to give it back to you now."

"You really don't want it?" asked the female reporter.

"Forget it, I'll take it away." Yan Chong said, "It's also my father's relic..."

In fact, it is also because it is an orange weapon.

The female reporter nodded silently.

From Yan Chong's point of view, the value of this thing seems to be used more to enshrine his father's thoughts, just like that GBA.

As for its real function, it needs to be developed.

"I remember, you said he seems to have some secrets?" Yan Chong asked again.

"Uh...not anymore." The female reporter replied.

Obviously, she was lying.

But Yan Chong didn't know why she said that, obviously the desire to confide was quite strong.

Could it be because I looked down on this orange weapon a bit?
Not so much!

"You really have nothing to say?" Yan Chong asked again.

"The secret is in this racket. I thought you would have a different experience after getting it," the female reporter said.

Yan Chong shook his head.

Apart from Shen, he had no experience.

"What will you do after I leave?" Yan Chong changed the subject.

"I don't know either." The female reporter said.

"But I remember that you said that you seemed to have been a reincarnator." Yan Chong said, "You just said that the copy is about to end. Will you leave with me?"

Yan Chong entered the whole world at home. If he came back and suddenly brought an adult beauty back, it would always feel weird.

Especially since he has been delayed for such a long time, what should he say if his mother happens to run into her when she comes back from a business trip?
Let me introduce, this is a lover of my father back then?
"I really don't know." said the female reporter. "I thought I would be relieved after I handed the racket to you."

"Do you need me to leave first?" Yan Chong continued, "Perhaps after the dungeon restarts? Yes! Didn't the dungeon restart before?"

"I don't know!" The female reporter lost control of her emotions, "I'm different from you, I'm no longer a human, I'm a ghost! It's a memory! I'll be wiped out after restarting! Zuo Junchu, you bastard! Heartless man! big liar!"

The female reporter suddenly started yelling, which caught Yan Chong by surprise.

But... you wait?

"What do you say my father's name is?" Yan Chong asked.

"Zuo Junchu?" the female reporter said, "Don't think that you can forget your origins just because you are here under the pseudonym Yanye No. [-] Middle School. Don't you guys even forget your father's name?"

Yan Chong blinked: "Then have you ever heard of a man named Yan Ranyuan?"

"Never heard of it." The female reporter replied.

"Uh, do you have a photo of Zuo Junchu?" Yan Chong asked.

"I really have one." The female reporter said and opened her wallet, which contained a somewhat faded photo.

In the photo, there is a group photo of a female reporter and a young man, who is smiling brightly.

But the problem was that Yan Chong didn't know him.

"This is not my father!" Yan Chong said.

Female reporter: "???"

"Don't make such a rebellious joke!" The female reporter's body trembled a little.

"Why am I joking with you?" Yan Chong said, "How can anyone recognize his father casually outside? Take a closer look, do we look a little similar? Although we are both handsome, he has a square face. I have an oval face; he has small eyes with single eyelids, and I have big eyes with double eyelids; he has broom eyebrows, and I have sword eyebrows; he has bulbous nose, and I have hanging bile nose..."

With Yan Chong's description like this, he felt that Zuo Junchu was not very handsome.

"Then how did you come into this world? Why do you have such a good tennis talent? Why can you hit a fluctuating ball that is almost burning?" The female reporter asked one after another.

Although she still can't accept the fact that Yan Chong is not the person she was waiting for, she has already accepted the fact that Yan Chong and Zuo Junchu don't look alike.

"Don't worry," Yan Chong could only explain slowly, "I bought a GBA cassette in the second-hand market..."

"What is GBA?" asked the female reporter.

"A game console..." Yan Chong said, "It's not important anymore."

He keenly discovered that the female reporter didn't know the GBA, which meant that she and that Zuo Junchu probably didn't enter the dungeon through the GBA.

"Then how did you get in?" Yan Chong asked.

"The dungeon portal!" The female reporter replied, "But when the dungeon was restarted last time, the coordinates of this dungeon were destroyed, and only the genetic retrieval of Zuo Junchu's descendants can connect here again."

Although Yan Chong didn't quite understand what the female reporter said, there was no doubt that it was completely different from his safe house in the Qingbei Center and the GBA self-service coin-op.

So what world did they come from?

Yan Chong didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only say, "Did you just ask me why I play so well? Maybe it's because I'm handsome!"

Female reporter: "!!!"

Can you have a face?

(End of this chapter)